chopin'swaltz

The
Arts are inseparable from the phenomenon of synaesthesia. For all who
drink deeply at the fount of the muses, the many streams flow into one
great over-arching flood of sensation. Images can have a smell, music a
color, and so forth. This phenomenon can develop even more deeply into
moral and aesthetic metaphors; the more one allows oneself to dwell in
such reveries.

Here
then, is the impression (as our old friend Albert Giraud describes)
that a waltz by Chopin leaves upon the sensibilities of our old,
heartbroken ‘son of the moon’, Pierrot…